Sometimes I have a lot to say, and sometimes I don't have much to say at all.

12.18.2009

Dear Herringbone Messenger Purse

You were, in short, great. I think I bought you in the 7th grade, at Old Navy. I remember re-sewing the strap a couple times. I'm sorry I let the guys who robbed me take you away (and probably dump you somewhere, empty and alone), but there was a gun. I hope you understand.

Love, Your friend in basic herringbone fashion

EDIT--

You have been recovered! Forlorn in a bush near the crime scene, a lovely officer brought you back at 2AM.